[ The room is quiet. In the distance, Fenris thinks he can hear the rush of the sea, or the wind, or the blood in his ears, and he doesn't mean to break it with the core-deep shaking moan or the frantic push-hiss of his waistband down bruised thighs, but it's like he's back in himself and he will do anything to hold on a few moments longer. Anders' cock nudges hot against his tailbone in a crushing slide, again and again, through the barrier of his trousers that separates their skin.
His knees part fitfully, instinctively, the spread he desires hindered by his own clothing, struggle for purchase marked by the ankle he hooks around Anders' shin. It's been so long. It'll be over so soon. Anders' mouth is madness, it and everything coming out of it, every soft brush of lips, every breath, every whisper. Another word and it feels like he'll rip apart at the seams. ]
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Date: 2015-02-06 12:21 am (UTC)His knees part fitfully, instinctively, the spread he desires hindered by his own clothing, struggle for purchase marked by the ankle he hooks around Anders' shin. It's been so long. It'll be over so soon. Anders' mouth is madness, it and everything coming out of it, every soft brush of lips, every breath, every whisper. Another word and it feels like he'll rip apart at the seams. ]
T-Tell me—
[ Later, he won't even remember saying this. ]